Ben Kissel

Paul, giggling like an idiot, took videos of his dad fucking around with one of the trees for Snapchat, because Paul was constantly on his phone.

Because he had canceled his Facebook account because of the crimes, but he still loved his Snapchats.

Yeah, yeah.

Then, Paul and Alec went back to the house at Moselle, where they were soon joined by Maggie.

The three of them ate dinner together, then went down to the dog kennels, where they kept their hunting dogs locked up day and night like a bunch of shitheads, so Paul could check on a dog that he was watching for his friend, Rogan Gibson.

It's this sort of, like, it's this false folksiness that is supposed to, like— Wealthy.

Even though he's six foot four.

Yeah.

Now, Alec's plan was simple, although it was hastily put together.

He was going to kill his wife and son down at the kennels, go visit his mother in town to establish an alibi, then quickly head back to Moselle where he would, quote unquote, discover the bodies.

Oh, no.

Oh, God.

And so Alec, Maggie, and Paul went out to the dog kennels a little before 8.45 that night.

Maggie played with her dog Bubba, and Paul went to go check on his friend's adorable little chocolate lab cash who had an injured tail.

Poor puppy.

Now, we don't know exactly when Alec began his short murder spree, but we do know that Paul was still alive at 8.48 p.m.

because that is when he sent his last ever text.

A friend of Paul's asked him for a movie recommendation.

So Paul told his friend that he should watch the remake of A Star is Born, the one with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper.

It is fucking awesome.